[Kerra was, fortunately, at her apartment. She generally felt the approach of people to her apartment, and Sakura was no exception. What was it she wanted? Was something wrong?
The door slid open almost immediately, a wave of her hand hitting the button. The Jedi was just rising from the couch in her dark bathrobe, setting aside her book.]
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The door slid open almost immediately, a wave of her hand hitting the button. The Jedi was just rising from the couch in her dark bathrobe, setting aside her book.]
I am. Come in, Sakura. And tell me what's wrong?